the Mrs. blackmails Sarah

Your wife looks down at the naked brunette. Sarah is just sort of frozen in place, unable to even pull away from the woman's husband's cock.

"Oh, oh course I know Sarah!" your wife says mockingly, in a sing-song voice. "The wonderful little babysitter my husband is always raving about, going on and on about how good a job she does." She folds her arms in front of her, looking very serious. "So, do you give a good blowjob, Sarah?"

Sarah just remains in place, though her big doe eyes are beginning to well with tears.

Your wife's voice gets louder. "At least do me the courtesy of taking my husband's cock out of your mouth when I'm addressing you, you little tramp!"

Sarah finally snaps out of her trance after being addressed so harshly, and pops your still-hard cock out from between her pouty lips, a thread of saliva still connecting her lips to your cock for milliseconds afterward.

"And to think your parents are such hard-working, church-going people. What will they say when I call to tell them their daughter isn't welcome over here any more, I caught her giving my husband oral sex?" the woman muses.

Sarah still is silent, sitting back on her haunches. But the tears start to flow down her apple cheeks.

"I will save you from that."

Sarah breathes an audible sigh of relief.

"But at a price."

Sarah looks worried again.

The wife smiles. "I want you to.."